Dunno as it could be much worse than the lake we've been talking about, Charlie. The sailors here-abouts call it "Lake St. Stupid" because of its frequently erratic, unpredictable and undependable wind patterns.
We were in a race a couple Saturdays ago, up in the bay. We won the pickle boat award
. One of the reasons is we hit every freakin' hole in the lake. I mean every
hole. There'd be boats not 100 yards off in one direction or the other from us sailing, and we'd be dead in the water, or darn near. That's Lk. St. Stupid for ya.